Chapter 135 Sinful Pleasure

Chapter 135 Sinful Pleasure
His hand tightened again as his mouth moved lower, licking a slow, wet trail down the center of her body. 
He dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs like a man worshipping at an altar. Eloise moaned loudly as his hot mouth finally closed over her aching pussy.
He devoured her.
His tongue licked broadly through her dripping folds, savoring every drop of her arousal before plunging deep inside her, fucking her with each stroke of his tongue.
Eloise cried out, trying to grind against his face, but the restraints kept her frustratingly still. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it mercilessly with his tongue while his hand remained loosely around her throat, controlling every gasp and moan.
“Did you think of me while you were at college?” he growled against her soaked flesh, the vibration making her sob with pleasure.
Eloise nodded desperately.
Massimo nipped her clit gently with his teeth in warning, then soothed it with a long, slow suck. “Words, little bird.”
“I did!” she cried out, her voice breaking. “I thought of you all the time! I missed you! I wanted to come home to you!”
Massimo licked the fresh arousal dripping down her inner thighs, savoring it like fine wine. “And when that boy touched your arm… who did you think of?”
“You, Massimo,” she sobbed, overly stimulated, tears soaking the blindfold. “Only you. Always you.”
He smiled darkly against her pussy. “Good girl. Let me make sure of it. Every touch, every lick, every orgasm from now on will remind you exactly who this pussy belongs to.”
Then he attacked her with renewed ferocity.
His mouth became relentless; sucking, licking, devouring her dripping cunt with dark hunger. 
Two long fingers joined his tongue, plunging deep inside her, stroking her virginal walls while he sucked hard on her swollen clit. 
Eloise moaned and whimpered, her body straining violently against the cross, every muscle tight as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
She was so close. So dangerously close.
Her thighs trembled, her breathing ragged under his controlled grip on her throat. The orgasm built intensely, threatening to crash over her any second.
And then, right as she reached the searing edge, Massimo pulled away completely.
Eloise cried out in raw frustration, a broken, desperate sob tearing from her throat as her body clenched around nothing. 
Her hips jerked uselessly against empty air, her soaked pussy throbbing painfully with denied release.
Massimo rose slowly to his feet, his breathing heavy. She could feel him watching her—watching the way her body trembled and wept for him, marked by his mouth, spread open and aching.
“Not yet, little bird,” he whispered, his voice dark with wicked satisfaction. “But we are getting close.”
Eloise trembled, empty on the cross. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her pussy throbbing painfully, slick and swollen from his relentless teasing. She was right on the edge of madness, every nerve screaming for release that he refused to grant.
Then she heard the soft rustle of him reaching into his pocket.
Eloise’s heart stuttered as something cool and hard touched the center of her chest, smooth, and terrifyingly sharp in her mind. Her breath caught violently. The knife. He was using the knife again.
Massimo dragged his credit card slowly down the valley between her breasts, the edge pressing just enough to send her pulse skyrocketing.
 Eloise whimpered, fear and dark, filthy arousal twisting together inside her like poison and honey. 
Her nipples, still reddened and sensitive from the wax and flogging, tightened into painful peaks as he circled the flat of the card over one, then the other, teasing the hypersensitive buds with deliberate, menacing strokes.
He was breathing hard now, the low, rough sound of his arousal filling the room. His cock strained visibly against the front of his trousers, thick and insistent, as he watched his wife completely fall apart under his control.
Eloise gasped sharply, mortified and shamefully excited as fresh arousal gushed from her pussy, dripping obscenely down her inner thighs. 
A dark, depraved want surged through her veins. Why does this turn me on so much? She bit down hard on her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste blooming on her tongue as she fought not to beg.
Massimo dragged the card lower, across her quivering stomach. Her muscles jumped and twitched beneath the cool surface, her entire body trembling with anticipation and terror. 
He moved even slower now, savoring her reactions, watching the way her hips jerked helplessly against nothing.
When he reached her soaked pussy, he pressed the edge of the card right against her swollen clit.
Eloise cried out, a broken, desperate sound that echoed off the walls. “Massimo—”
He dragged it down through her dripping folds, coating the black card with her juices, then slid it back up, teasing her entrance with the threat of something far sharper than it actually was. 
Eloise’s mind fractured between terror and overwhelming lust. Was that the knife? Was he actually going to cut her? The fear only made her wetter, her pussy clenching violently around nothing.
He continued downward, dragging the card along her inner thighs, painting her skin with her own arousal. 
Eloise shook uncontrollably now, tears soaking the blindfold as conflicting sensations warred inside her. She was terrified. She was soaked. She had never felt more alive, more owned, more his.
Massimo stepped back slightly. She heard the soft scrape of him picking up the remnants of the cooling wax. 
Then, without warning, he poured a thin stream of warm wax directly over her mound, letting it drip down over her swollen clit and dripping pussy lips.
Eloise screamed.
For one horrifying second, she was convinced it was blood—hot, wet, and sinful. Her mind shattered completely.
“Red!” she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. “Red! Red!”
Massimo stopped instantly.
But it was too late.
The overwhelming feeling of fear, pain, pleasure, and total surrender crashed over her. Eloise’s body convulsed violently against the cross as she squirted hard, her release gushing out of her in powerful, shameful spurts. 
Her pussy clenched and pulsed, juices spraying down her thighs as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced ripped through her without permission.
She sobbed through it, body shaking, tears streaming beneath the blindfold, completely overwhelmed by the dark, sinful pleasure he had forced from her.
Massimo stood frozen for a moment, breathing hard, watching the beautiful, devastating sight of his wife breaking so perfectly for him.
"Get me out of here!" Eloise cried out suddenly, sobbing.